I was quite explicit, in fact. You know I was a prostitute? Before I met Jesus?”Shocked? “Um, no. I don’t think I knew that. Of course, the poss...bility of disease was an issue, but even without that I wouldn’t, um, have sex, just for the sake of sex. Besides, it would be inappropriate professionally and personally unhelpful to her. But I feel responsible...” I took a deep breath. “I tried to let her down gently. I really did – do – like her. But not enough. And now? Part of me wants to rush to. He was a bit husky but very cute and friendly.We got to talking. He seemed a bit too conservative for me but he was so funny I didn't mind when he navigated me toward one of the back rooms.There was a bed in the room and we got really close and I whispered in his ear: 'not on a first date.' He smiled and said, no problem, and leaned over and turned on the CD player. It was something really old, like Jim Croce, and we danced to it. He held me close. We swung around the room with fresh drinks in. My heart sank into my stomach. This was not how I wanted our first face-to-face meeting to go. I wanted to open the door, see her standing there, and take her into my arms and kiss her cheek and escort her inside. Oh no, that did not happen. Instead, I opened the door, phone in hand, and felt like a stupid schmuck. At least she did smile. That was a plus to an already awkward meeting. She said,"Hi," and I explained why I had not answered her texts. Poor thing even stood outside the door before. Jack then slid his hand inside my shorts and started to fondle with my clit and was fingering me like a crazy man. Out food and drinks came we are and then Jack asked me to remove my shirt for him and he wanted to suck on me. I hesitated but gave in and took of my shirt. Jack grabbed my breasts and began to suck and squeeze them "How I wish milk came out of these wonderful breasts" he told me and kept sucking and i kept moaning while he sucked and fingered me crazy.Then someone stood on the bar.